Scent Of Time.

Wafting, by breeze of past scented summers The breath of our days together drifts over Each vision of mem'ry we made. Our fun As we sensed the other's desires, wove Colourful dreams which lived for a while, all Blown away now. Yet then time stood totally Still, we willed it that way. Some of the falling Stardust remains, and reminds me to note How we laughed back then. Time only allows Us what we inspire it to be. Perfumed Gold of glorious days still thrills me. Now I recall our delights they fill the room. Fragrancing all my heart, I am grateful For then. Scented memories are our fate.